Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 41

“Ms. Nancy, what do you think of my gloves? Do they look nice?”

“Yes, they are lovely!”

Sasha was carefully peeling off prawn shells with her head lowered. When her son asked for her opinion, she instinctively glanced at his little hands.

However, all it took was one glimpse to make her heart wrench in pain as she recalled the scene when she first stepped into the villa.

“This pair of gloves is from Ms. Xandra. She told me that she knitted it herself.” Upon hearing his mommy’s compliment, Matteo let her have a closer look at his gloves.

Sasha was at a loss for words.

She knitted the gloves by herself?

This pair of gloves doesn’t look hand-knitted at all. It is impossible for the stitches of hand-knitted gloves to be so perfect without any variances. Besides, instead of having the colorful crystals added to the gloves with separate stitches, a person who knows how to knit will use the same wool to combine all the crystals so that the stitches will appear nicer and more natural.

How can this pair of gloves be hand-knitted?

Sasha was pretty sure that Xandra did not knit the gloves herself, so she sneered, “Obviously, these gloves are not hand-knitted. The knot of hand-knitted gloves should not look like this.”

“Really?” The little boy raised his voice in confusion.

was blanketed with

a blink of an

How can you say that the gloves are

once. For some unknown reason, he did not

and jeered, “Of course I do! I knit for… myself all the time. See? I knitted this top

purposely tugged at her knitted top in

dining room became silent

finally about to

in the dining room. The changes in their facial expressions were just like the four seasons. Seeing Xandra’s pale face, Sasha finally cheered up a little. She suddenly had the appetite to enjoy the food on

did not knit

played his part well. Upon hearing his mommy’s words, he immediately removed the gloves from his little hands and tossed them

had turned as pale

Sebastian. L-Let me explain, these gloves… I personally bought the wool and the colorful crystals, then asked someone to knit the gloves. I j-just didn’t know how to knit, but the

audacity to tell me that you knitted it yourself. You’re a liar! I won’t trust

cutlery in his hands to the ground and was about to jump down

pacify him, “Little Ian, don’t be angry. Since she doesn’t know how to

“Really?”

lifted his head and looked at his mommy with

the sight of his son’s

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